My son is away from home, on his first school camp. Although I’m happy for him, I feel – not melancholy, exactly, but just a little nostalgic.
I adore seeing my kids grow and change and learn, and our relationships deepen – but it also means a slight pulling away, just a bit at a time. And that’s natural, and that’s good, and we all need it (oh, at times, how much my husband and I look forward to it!). At the same time – well. He won’t be the same person as he was at two, at three, at six, and eight. There were some beautiful times then*. Those stages have passed.
He’ll be travelling through new stages in his life – early teenage years, senior years of secondary school, and (gulp), becoming an adult. And more, and more, and so it goes. There will be lots of great experiences ahead, which are wonderful to anticipate.
Of course, the roles my husband and I will play in our son’s life will continue to change – as they should – but we will always be there, in some way. So there’s lots to look forward to. And yet. My feelings are a little mixed, between reminiscing on the times that have past, and excitement to see what is ahead.
As part of my Blogging with Pip course, we have an assignment – a ‘photo safari’ of the weekend past.
Given how I have been feeling, I’ve included some photos I took from my garden over the weekend. I had a range of photos, of different flowers, but I can’t move past these hellebores. They take my breath away, and I’ll be sad when their no longer in bloom. They’re winter flowers though, and will be replaced by others in the spring.
Testing my point and shoot camera (which has a few little extras).
Who knew how vibrant the colours of a hellebore could be?
I absolutely love these flowers! At the same time, it has felt like SUCH A LONG WINTER (particularly as I write this on a cold, drizzly, grey Melbourne day). And I CANNOT WAIT (of course, I can – but sometimes I feel like I can’t) until spring comes, even though these beautiful hellebores will no longer be around. Yes, the same mixed feeling as I feel seeing my son growing up.
I guess as a result of writing this, I’m reminded of a saying I heard somewhere. A bit clichéd but nonetheless true because of it:
Appreciate the past, enjoy the present and look forward to the future.
And I’ll continue to enjoyed the present (but I am still looking forward to the stories and the cuddles, when my boy returns!)
* and yes, there were some shockers too (of course), but I’m focused on the good, today. I’m in reminiscent mode, remember!